big master, big liar

Song Xuan made an appointment with Fang Qiutang to take a look at his new stuff.

Over the years, Fang Qiutang has built a Treasure House, which is full of novelty and ingenious gadgets made by himself, which are very popular with noble families.

Although the other boss has a lot of business, half of his reputation in Shengjing comes from this Zhenbao Building.After all, there are rich people everywhere in Beijing, and there are countless people with their backs on the mountains, but Fang Qiutang is the only one who can come up with so many novelties that people call him a descendant of Luban and a legacy of the Mohist school.

He doesn't have many things here, only three or five pieces are produced at a time, and some even have only one piece, so literati and nobles often come to try their luck from time to time to see if they can find some novel objects.

Song Xuan had seen some of these things at Fang Qiutang's house long ago, and some of them also found it novel, and had never settled down since entering the door, holding a kaleidoscope in his arms and couldn't put it down.

Fang Qiutang sneered: "You look like a countryman?"

Song Xuan ignored him, and held up the kaleidoscope to look: "In front of your boss, who is not a country red guy?"

Fang Qiutang rolled his eyelids, and said weakly, "Don't be ashamed, I'll see you off."

Song Xuan smiled, "Why is Boss Fang so generous? Don't you want something from me?"

Fang Qiutang's fox eyes narrowed, and he was about to grab it: "Don't want it? Then give it back to me—"

Song Xuan quickly dodged, putting the kaleidoscope into his sleeve without blushing and heartbeat, with a calm smile on his face: "If you give it to me, it's mine. There's no reason to ask for it back. .”

Fang Qiutang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and directly dragged Song Xuan up to the store.

It is rumored that Fang Qiutang's Treasure Building has three floors, and the treasures inside are more precious than the next floor. The first floor is accessible to everyone, and the second floor requires distinguished guests to go up. The third floor is even more legendary.

It is said that the treasures of Boss Fang are placed on the third floor, all of them are ingenious and exquisite, and they are priceless. Except for Boss Fang, only one person has ever been there.

Quarterly nitrate.

Now I'm afraid there will be one more Song Xuan.

Song Xuan had also heard this rumor, and only thought that Fang Qiutang was playing tricks to gain fame and raise his status, but he never thought that looking at Fang Qiutang's posture, the third floor was actually something.

Song Xuan couldn't help teasing: "You really hid a treasure on the third floor? Don't you hide a big girl who is as beautiful as a flower?"

Fang Qiutang suddenly squinted his eyes: "Song Xuan, your walking posture is very strange today."

Song Xuan was stiff for a while, coughed twice: "I fell when I came here, it's okay."

Fang Qiutang stared at him for a long while before continuing to walk upstairs, but the smile on his face was unpredictable.

Upstairs, Fang Qiutang pushed open the door.

Song Xuan only saw a small room with all internal organs, bookshelves on all sides and pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table, it really had some elegant connotations, but it was a little smaller.

"you……"

Before Song Xuan could speak in the future, Fang Qiutang counted the positions on the bookshelf and picked out the next book.

The bookshelves in the room all rotated and moved, and after a while, the room changed.

After the bookshelves were removed, a large space was freed, and the room became empty and rough.On the walls, on the shelves, hanging, are all strange and simple things.

Song Xuan looked at it for a long time, but could only see that there were various types of gunpowder on a shelf.It was similar to what Fang Qiutang gave him six years ago, but slightly different.

Song Xuan stepped forward to take a closer look, and couldn't help asking: "This is all..."

"Gunpowder, stirrups, continual crossbows, firecrackers..." Fang Qiutang only showed him the same thing. "There are other things, in short, they are all armed for marching."

Song Xuan looked at the stirrup that Fang Qiutang mentioned, which was equipped on a wooden model of a horse, and he could vaguely see its function.

Song Xuan looked at these things carefully, and his expression gradually became solemn: "Qiutang, what are you using these things for?"

He has known Fang Qiutang for many years, so he naturally knew that since he dared to take out these things, they must be powerful, and they were all weapons.

"Business," Fang Qiutang chuckled, and his shrewd look when he was making business plans appeared in his eyes again. "You don't know, do you? Salt and iron roads are the way to make huge profits. Since that brat Ji Ni has occupied the salt road, on my side, I will always earn more than the blacksmith."

Song Xuan was silent for a moment: "Who are you going to sell to?"

"Who else can I sell it to?" Fang Qiutang gave him a disgusted look. "This business, besides the Holy One, who else can I do with?"

"Should I still do it with foreigners and wait for them to call? I have had too many good days, and I'm screwed?"

Song Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and gave him a punch: "You hid it so tightly, I thought you had some other plans, and it scared me into a cold sweat."

Only then did Fang Qiutang's expression become serious: "I hide it so deeply, it's because the deal is not yet ready."

Song Xuan was slightly taken aback, and then understood what he meant.

With regard to armaments, it is always better to arm them early, so when is not the time.

But before, Fang Qiutang was under the prince's family, Ji Hui ignored the government affairs, and the cabinet was a group of civil servants who didn't pay much attention to military equipment and the like.

Not to mention whether this business can be done or not, Fang Qiutang's future is really uncertain when Fang Qiutang took out these things under the chaotic situation.

Song Xuan asked: "Then now is the time?"

Fang Qiutang shook her head: "I don't know."

"So only you and Ji Ni know what's in this room." Fang Qiutang looked calm. "Ji Yunxi's temperament is repeated and cruel. I can't trust him. If these things are in his hands, I'm afraid I'll be a sinner forever."

When Song Xuan heard him say this about Ji Yunxi, his expression turned pale: "Qiutang—"

"You like him?" Fang Qiutang suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Yes or no?"

Song Xuan coughed: "...Yes."

"I knew it, it's no wonder you pamper and protect him every day, and you're even willing to be the national teacher of Lao Shizi for him." Fang Qiutang didn't show any surprised expression, but patted him on the shoulder, with a three-pointed fox eye. clean.

"Song Xuan, you like him, and you can't listen to him, but I still have to say it. Ji Yunxi is definitely not a kind person. I know it from the way he devised to force his own brother to death."

"I, Fang Qiutang, love money, but I have a bottom line. I'm afraid that if these things are sold to him, they will turn into a slave to a tiger——I don't trust him."

Song Xuan was silent.

Fang Qiutang's hand was still on his shoulder: "But I believe in you."

"Song Xuan, let me tell you these things, and I will leave them to you. If you can control Ji Yunxi, or if you think you need it, come to me." Fang Qiutang looked serious.

Song Xuan nodded solemnly.

But Fang Qiutang chuckled: "Of course, the money still has to be paid, don't miss a penny."